It is afternoon, and I step out of the shower to realize that Brian is home from work early, and is out shovelling snow.

I race down, wrapped only in a towel, and open our front door. He looks up, and raises his eyebrows at the sight of me standing there, dripping wet and not at all decent, in full view of the neighborhood.

Me: The baby's asleep...

Brian, suggestively: So, you're saying I should come in?

Me, looking at him like he's crazy: I'm saying if you wake her up when you come in I will kill you.

Ah, romance.